My friend Melissa (she of the Dynamic Duo of Shoe Shopping) and I have a running joke about our children's favorite p0rn.
When the Lego catalog arrives in the mail at Melissa's house, her sons (ages 7 and 4) go nuts. They spend hours carefully studying every page and memorizing the details. The older boy can also tell you how many pieces are in each kit and the prices. Melissa finds Lego catalogs in the bathroom, stashed in her sons' bunk beds, and in random other hiding places around the house. Doesn't that sound like teenage boys and Playboy?
Here in Jenworld, it's the American Girl catalog. Duh. When it arrives in our mailbox, my girls actually negotiate who gets to read it first. Their negotiating skills are so good that I think they could work at the U.N. Maybe my children could broker peace in Iraq. When one girl is reading, the other girl may look over her sister's shoulder, but she may not interrupt the first girl's reading pleasure or even touch the catalog. She waits her turn patiently. There is an awed silence in the house during this time, with occasional gasps of delight and amazement. By the time I get around to flipping through the catalog and commenting on what we WON'T be buying, every single page is filled with notes in the girls' handwriting.
I joke about this, but the fact is that adults are no different. We all have our preferred forms of p0rn. When the Garnet Hill catalog comes, I go through it at least twice and even note those things that I plan to wear when my body is significantly smaller and cuter. Ditto other clothing catalogs. And you can probably imagine the screams of delight when the new IKEA! catalog arrives each summer.
There are certain magazines that could conceivably bring my day to a crashing halt. The three that come instantly to mind are Dwell, Renovation Style, and Cottage Living (an odd mix, I know, but you'd have to see my house to understand). Unless I am just crazy busy when those magazines arrive, I drop everything immediately and sit down to read. And think. And brainstorm. I usually spend an hour or more reading the magazine carefully. Then I put it down and think for a while, to be followed by a second careful reading. Backwards. You wouldn't believe what new things can be discovered just by going in reverse.
So here's my question for everyone today: What is your "p0rn"? Is is People or Us Weekly? Is it the Anthropologie catalog? Maybe Pottery Barn? What brings your day to a complete standstill?
(Please note how I spelled "p0rn" each and every time. With any luck, no one searching for the prurient and repulsive will end up here.)